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Chapter 443 The Long-Awaited Martial Arts Arena! (Please give me your monthly votes at the beginning of the month!~)

There are many types of force fields, each with different effects.

It's used by the Bureau of Sanctuary personnel when they are carrying out their duties.

It means being able to isolate oneself from reality and create a space on one's own.

Within this force field, no matter how you fight, it won't affect reality unless you break the force field.

Force fields are now widely used in major cities across the Federation.

It is a barrier-like force field that, while isolating the inside from the outside, remains anchored to the dimension of reality.

Its main function was to defend against foreign invasion.

Guard against threats from outside the city.

If such a force field is to be completely closed off, it will keep outsiders out.

There are only two possibilities.

Firstly, there exists an entity like that one, who forcibly seized control of the force field core with supreme power.

Secondly, it could be controlled by someone with authority within the force field, who could then close the door to visitors.

That person has already left.

However, the pale blue force field enveloping the capital still effectively isolated the inside from the outside.

What this means is self-evident.

Hong Qitian's calloused hand was firmly blocked by an invisible barrier.

His expression turned cold almost instantly upon contact.

He slowly withdrew his hand, his knuckles clenching slightly, but then, as if he had thought of something, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I was wondering why that person was so decisive, leaving as soon as they said they wanted to."

"So that's where they buried a nest of rats for us."

Almost at the same time he finished speaking.

Ahead lies the edge of the city, on a road leading into the interior.

A dozen or so figures suddenly appeared.

The leader was dressed in a crisp uniform of a senior official of the Sanctuary Bureau, with epaulets indicating his esteemed status. He had a square face, and his eyes still hinted at the composure and competence he displayed when handling official business.

He was the director of the Kamijing City Bureau of Justice.

Not long ago, his face turned ashen due to the anomaly in the force field.

He forced himself to remain calm and ordered his assistant to convene a meeting with personnel of rank three and above.

But at the moment.

The worry and sense of responsibility that belonged to a high-ranking federal official had vanished from his face.

Instead, there was a strange calm, even with a sense of relief and certainty as if one had seen through the fog.

The dozen or so people following behind him were all key members of the Bureau of Divine Control, and they all had impressive presences. At this moment, however, they all had the same look in their eyes and stood silently in solemn silence.

The director's gaze fell on Hong Qitian through the transparent force field barrier.

There was little awe on his face; instead, he spoke slowly.

With a sense of relief mixed with guilt:

"Old man."

"We've been on the wrong path all along."

As soon as these words came out.

Hong Qitian, Fang Qingyu, and the others outside the force field were all slightly taken aback.

Wrong turn?
Hong Qitian's cold expression softened slightly.

He sighed softly, his voice low, as if talking to himself, yet also as if explaining to Fang Qingyu beside him:

"See? This is the most troublesome part of the 'All Beings' meeting."

"They are manipulating people by weaving a seemingly noble logic."

"Those who are successfully misled by them will sincerely believe that everything they are doing at this moment is truly for the future of humanity and to set things right."

"They may even feel ashamed and guilty for their past ignorance and mistakes. This state is extremely difficult to reverse afterward and is almost incurable."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu suddenly understood.

His gaze swept over the dozen or so people in the force field, and with a slight thought, their titles naturally appeared in his field of vision.

really.

A uniform group of [??? believers]

Whether they were martial artists or believers before, they have now been completely altered by some force.

He became that most faithful believer.

Hong Qitian finished explaining.

They seemed too lazy to engage in any more pointless ideological debates with this thoroughly brainwashed bureau chief.

He raised his eyelids directly, his gaze as calm as still water, and looked at the director within the force field, asking in a flat tone:
"Tell me, what do you want in order to open this force field?"

Upon hearing this, the bureau chief slowly shook his head.

A smile, almost one of pity, appeared on his face, as if mocking Hong Qitian for still clinging to the wrong path.

"I'm not stupid, old man."

“You know better than we do what will happen to us after the force field is activated.”

"Surrender? Accept trial? Or be subjected to your so-called correction? Either way, it means we have betrayed humanity. We cannot do that."

Hong Qitian frowned slightly, his tone remaining calm:

"You don't actually think that this force field can stop us forever, do you?"

This force field is capable of withstanding attacks from even the most powerful gods.

But for Hong Qitian and Fang Qingyu, if they really wanted to get in, it was only a matter of time.

The reason we couldn't launch a direct attack before was because of that one figure hanging over our heads.

Now none of them are here anymore.

It was impossible for the bureau chief to stop them if he really wanted to.

However, upon hearing Hong Qitian's words, the bureau chief inside not only showed no fear but laughed instead.

He said softly:

"How could I not know that?"

“If you are determined to come in, this force field will be broken sooner or later.”

"but."

“Before we die, countless people in this capital city will be buried with us.”

Are you sure you want to do this?

Hong Qitian, Hong Qitian, and even Fang Qingyu's expressions froze instantly.

This is exactly what they are most worried about.

Hong Qitian's expression turned strange as he stared at the bureau chief:
"You keep claiming everything is for the sake of humanity, yet now you're threatening the lives of millions of your own people?! Is this what you call 'right'?!"

When questioned, the bureau chief remained completely unfazed, as if he had already made his logic self-consistent.

He responded calmly:

"For the true future of humanity, sometimes, necessary sacrifices are unavoidable."

"Eradicating the root of error, even if it is accompanied by growing pains, is a necessary price to pay for new life."

"Sacrificing the individual for the greater good is also the great way."

These remarks completely blocked any possibility of communication.

Hong Qitian's facial muscles twitched slightly.

Ultimately, it all turned into a sigh filled with helplessness and regret.

"It's hopeless."

He shook his head, as if he had aged several years in an instant, then, as if having made up his mind, he softly uttered three words:

"Let's do it."

The moment the three words fell.

Right behind the bureau chief and the dozen or so believers behind him, the air rippled silently like water.

A blurry black shadow appeared without warning.

A white blade of light, condensed to its fullest extent, suddenly shone like a crescent moon, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

laugh--

Within the force field, the martyr-like composure on the director's face instantly froze.

A thin red line appeared on the neck of him and all the believers behind him.

Their eyes widened suddenly, their pupils filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

"Uh-huh."

They seemed to want to say something, but only a whimpering sound like a broken bellows could be heard from their throats.

next second.

Pfft!Pfft!
More than a dozen heads were neatly severed from their necks and rolled to the ground.

The headless corpse, having lost all support, slumped forward, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining the ground within the force field red.

At the very same instant that these dozen or so people died.

Buzz.
The pale blue force field barrier that enveloped the entire city of Shangjing flickered a few times, like a light bulb whose power had been cut off, and then emitted a low hum.

It then completely dissipated.

With the isolation between the inside and outside gone, the view on the edge of the city became crystal clear, and the distant sounds of bustling streets could be faintly heard.

Hong Qitian's face showed no joy of victory, only indifference.

He lifted his foot and stepped without hesitation into the area that had just been separated by the barrier.

Fang Qingyu, Hong Qitian, and others followed closely behind.

As Hong Qitian walked past the dozen or so corpses still gushing blood, he didn't stop. He merely glanced at the fleeting surprise in Fang Qingyu's eyes and casually explained:

"What? You don't actually think that I didn't leave a few people inside, do you?"

After speaking, he glanced at the empty space beside him and calmly gave the order:
"Let's begin a full cleanup."

"Standards remain the same. Those whose minds can still be salvaged will be spared, placed under close supervision, and attempts will be made to correct their behavior."

"For those who have been completely corrupted and are beyond redemption, notify their families that they died on duty and receive the highest level of compensation as martyrs."

The air around them distorted slightly.

A barely perceptible ripple appeared.

Then calm returned.

Hong Qitian then stopped, squatted down, and looked at the headless corpse of the former bureau chief.

He stretched out his hand, a faint light swirling between his fingers, ignoring the dripping blood, and plunged it straight into the dantian (energy center) of the corpse's abdomen.

After a brief groping, he suddenly reached out.

puff!

When Hong Qitian pulled his hand out of the corpse, there was already something in his palm.

A clump of greenish-black soil, about the size of a fist, constantly wriggling.

The soil seemed to possess some kind of strange vitality.

Its surface was covered with bright red blood, but it was not diluted at all. Instead, it seemed to be greedily absorbing the blood, and the color became deeper and darker.

Hong Qitian held up this terrifying, eerie soil and handed it to Fang Qingyu, saying:
"This is one of the ways that person would play around when he felt bored."

“The core members of the All Beings Society often have this kind of soil planted in their bodies.”

"It can not only greatly enhance the host's power, but also continuously distort their mind, amplify their obsessions and desires, and eventually turn them into a fanatical believer of that one, who regards it as the only truth and is willing to sacrifice everything."

"Remember to take precautions on your end as well."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu leaned down slightly, getting closer to the clump of soil, his nostrils flaring slightly.

Then he nodded.

"I remember."

……

Hong Qitian casually crushed the clump of soil, turning it into ashes and dissipating.

Then he got up and led Fang Qingyu and the others.

Silently, they walked towards the headquarters building of the Kamijing Municipal Administration Bureau.

Along the way, the streets remained the same, and pedestrians came and went.

They were unaware of what had just happened on the outskirts of the city.

But the closer they got to the headquarters of the Sanctuary, the more stagnant the atmosphere became.

The once bustling lobby of the Sanctuary was now deserted, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only a few civilian personnel were clearly not in the combat ranks.

They stood pale-faced at their posts, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

They saw Hong Qitian and his group enter.

They were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

Hong Qitian walked straight to the private elevator without expression, and Fang Qingyu followed silently.

He originally planned to return to the Great Wall at Sea immediately after the force field was dispelled and the crisis subsided, but Hong Qitian spoke up and kept him there.

The situation on the Great Wall side is relatively stable at the moment.

With Jiang Qi, Xiao Jiu, Wei Banmeng, and others in charge.

With the morale boosted by the recent great victory, there's nothing to worry about for the time being.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu agreed after a brief consideration.

The elevator goes directly to the upper floors.

Hong Qitian pushed open the door to a spacious but slightly messy office.

He walked to the large desk and sat down.

He also gestured for Fang Qingyu to rest on the sofa next to him.

Immediately, Hong Qitian began issuing orders one after another.

Deploy reliable troops from surrounding military regions to immediately enter the city and take over its defense.
Emergency plans were activated to calm public sentiment and control online public opinion.

Organize a psychological intervention group.

A comprehensive assessment and relocation of the remaining staff of the Sanctuary Administration will be conducted.
The intelligence department was ordered to join forces with some powerful individuals still within the city to conduct a citywide search for any potential remnants of the All Beings Society.
Fang Qingyu sat on the sofa, watching and listening quietly.

What Hong Qitian is showing at this moment.

He is a federal top decision-maker with an iron fist when facing major crises.

As one command after another was issued.

Preliminary loss reports were quickly compiled.

It was placed on Hong Qitian's desk.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Even without deliberately trying to find out, Fang Qingyu could sense the severity of the situation.

Preliminary statistics.

Within the Kamijing City Divine Administration Bureau system, those whose minds have been completely corrupted and irreversibly twisted.

The number is well over four figures.

Among them are some high-ranking officials and highly capable combat veterans.
This is for Beijing.

This was undoubtedly an extremely heavy loss and a huge blow.

After Hong Qitian had initially handled and perfected the matter.

The sky outside the window had already completely darkened.

The city's neon lights gradually illuminated.

Hong Qitian let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and looked utterly exhausted.

He closed his eyes and vigorously rubbed his brow with his fingers.

It took him a while to sit up straight again.

His gaze shifted to Fang Qingyu, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, and the weariness in his eyes was replaced by a hint of expectation.

"Kid, do you remember the rewards the Federation promised when you formed your special team?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Snapping out of his reverie, he unconsciously frowned and recalled the events.

Rewards for forming a special squad.
We now have a fixed amount of high-quality spiritual practice resources available each month.

They used up all their chances to choose a Great Sun-level martial art.

It seems there's only one item left?

A flicker of realization crossed his eyes, and he asked with a hint of uncertainty, "The Martial Arts Wall?"

"Yes, that's it."

Hong Qitian nodded firmly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"You have now reached the fifth rank."

"We can go see it one last time."

He paused, then his tone became more serious: "That wall, with your current level of understanding and comprehension, you might be able to comprehend a fundamental principle from it." "A fundamental principle?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback upon hearing this.

The Martial Arts Wall actually has the effect of helping people comprehend their origins?!
in his cognition.

The Martial Arts Training Wall has always been a place for studying and perfecting martial arts techniques.

It may have been quite helpful for his early development.

But as his strength increased...

Especially after coming into contact with and starting to cultivate invincible techniques that directly point to the origin, such as the Primordial Creation Strategy and the Myriad Manifestations Cycle of Heaven.

The purpose of the Martial Arts Wall has long been forgotten.

Even after Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan advanced to the fourth-level Martial Venerable.

He also completely lost interest in comprehending the Martial Arts Wall.

He never expected that the Martial Arts Wall could actually help him comprehend the origin.

Seeing the undisguised astonishment on Fang Qingyu's face.

Hong Qitian couldn't help but laugh, and stood up, saying:

"You kid, you don't actually think that the legacy left behind by so many of our ancestors who sacrificed themselves one after another is only good for building a foundation at the lower levels, do you?"

"Let's go, while we still have some time, I'll take you there myself."

"This comprehension session may take a long time. Don't worry about the Great Wall at sea. If there's any emergency, I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Fang Qingyu suppressed the shock in his heart, nodded silently, and stood up.

The opportunity was too good to pass up, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.

The two walked out of the office one after the other and entered the elevator again.

Fang Qingyu originally thought that the Martial Arts Training Wall in Shangjing City would be set up in a secluded mountain or secret place in the suburbs, just like in Qingjian City.

Unexpectedly, it was right downstairs from the Bureau of Justice.

Hong Qitian pressed a button marked with a special symbol inside the elevator.

The elevator gave a slight jolt and then began to descend smoothly.

The floor numbers on the display screen jumped around rapidly.

"The martial arts wall in Shangjing City is unlike any you have ever seen before."

As the elevator descended, Hong Qitian stood with his hands behind his back.

The sound echoed in the small space.

"It is the primordial wall, the first martial arts training wall in the world."

"Throughout history, all the brilliant ancestors of the human race, all the epoch-making techniques and insights, were originally inscribed on it."

"All the other martial arts walls you see in other cities, including the one in Qingjian City, are merely imprints and copies made by later generations at great cost. Their charm and the true meaning they contain are less than one ten-thousandth of the original, so they are of limited benefit to high-level cultivators."

"But it's different here."

Hong Qitian's tone became solemn: "If one has enough talent and opportunity to break through the barrier here, it is not impossible to instantly comprehend the Dao and reach the origin."

Fang Qingyu was deeply moved by what he heard.

The primordial wall, the true meaning of the sages, leads directly to the source.

These words combined are enough to drive anyone crazy.

The elevator continued to descend, seemingly without end.

Hong Qitian suddenly fell silent for a moment before speaking again.

A sense of melancholy crept into his voice:
"This entire Divine Administration building has 13,756 staff positions, and many of the people inside are descendants of those I personally selected back then."

"Watching them grow up step by step, from greenhorns to young girls, taking on responsibilities, getting married, and having children."

"Which department has a straightforward yet reliable person, which squad has a veteran who is actually the softest-hearted, whose child just got into the best martial arts school even though I'm not in Beijing for most of the year, these trivial things will always get to my ears from time to time."

His voice was very soft, as if he were recalling something, or as if he were murmuring to himself.

"But it was all because of one of those people's ideas."

"This place is almost empty."

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

Fang Qingyu listened silently from the side.

No words were spoken.

Because when Hong Qitian said that, he wasn't asking for a response.

A single thought from a deity can reduce all living beings to ashes.

Hong Qitian knew far more about the nature of the gods than he did.

As expected, Hong Qitian ignored Fang Qingyu.

He just muttered some names and trivial matters to himself.

until
"Ding!"

With a soft thud, the elevator finally arrived at its destination.

Hong Qitian's words came to an abrupt end.

She quickly regained her usual calm and composed demeanor.

The elevator door slid open silently.

Outside the door is an ancient stone staircase, just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, winding downwards.

The stone steps are flanked by rough rock walls, inlaid with fluorite that emits a soft white light, barely illuminating the ground beneath our feet.

Deeper still, it is hidden in dense darkness.

It was bottomless, as if it led straight to the earth's core.

Hong Qitian stepped forward first, followed closely by Fang Qingyu.

The stone steps were steep, and the two of them descended them.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the silent passage, carrying far and wide.

After walking for about ten minutes, at their pace, they had long since lost count of how far they had gone underground.

Hong Qitian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stood on a stone step that seemed no different from the others, stretched out his hand, and tapped the smooth, mirror-like rock wall beside him three times with his knuckles, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

dong dong dong.

“If you come here by yourself in the future, remember this spot,” Hong Qitian said without turning his head, “the 999th step.”

The words have not yet fallen.

The rock wall that was being struck suddenly trembled slightly.

Then a low, rumbling sound of machinery turning was emitted.

Then, the perfectly sealed rock wall in front of them slowly parted to the sides.

A narrow passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was revealed behind it.

The passageway was brightly lit and had smooth walls.

Hong Qitian gestured to Fang Qingyu to follow, and the two entered the passage one after the other.

The passage wasn't long; after walking for a few minutes, the view suddenly opened up before us.

An ancient stone door, neither gold nor stone, blocked the way.

The stone door was tightly closed, with a smooth surface and no handles or keyholes.

Beside the stone gate, an old man sat leaning against something.

His hair and beard were all white, his clothes were simple, his body was thin, and his head was slightly lowered, as if he had fallen asleep.

There were no powerful energy fluctuations around him, and his aura was extremely restrained.

He looked like an ordinary old man next door, taking a nap in front of his own house.

But this place.
It's impossible to arrange for an ordinary old man to be here watching over things.

Moreover, given Fang Qingyu's current strength...

Even if the other party is a superhuman, still give him the impression of an ordinary old man.

That means the opponent's strength is extremely terrifying.

Hong Qitian's subsequent actions confirmed Fang Qingyu's guess.

This pillar of the Federation strode forward and bowed deeply to the dozing old man, performing a near-ninety-degree bow with hands clasped in respect, his voice carrying an unusual air of deference:

"Senior, this junior, Hong Qitian, has come with his junior, Fang Qingyu, to study the Martial Arts Wall."

The sound echoed in the silent passageway.

The dozing old man seemed to be sleeping soundly, showing no reaction.

Hong Qitian remained bowed, waiting patiently.

Fang Qingyu also stood still, holding his breath.

After a good ten seconds, the old man seemed to slowly wake up from a long dream, letting out a very faint groan.

He opened his seemingly cloudy old eyes with a hazy look.

His gaze, somewhat unfocused, fell on Hong Qitian, scrutinizing him for a long while before finally refocusing and recognizing him.

".oh?"

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and aged.

"Oh, it's Xiao Hongzi."

He spoke slowly, as if trying to recall something.

"You're still alive, kid?"

These words were extremely impolite, and even somewhat unlucky.

But Hong Qitian showed no displeasure whatsoever. Instead, he straightened his back slightly, a magnanimous smile appearing on his face, while his tone remained respectful:
"Senior is too kind. The human race is still in its infancy, how could I dare to die first?"

"We must, no matter what, protect this world for another three hundred years!"

Upon hearing this, the old man grunted twice.

He stood up unsteadily, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

He muttered in that hoarse voice:

"Guard for three hundred years? Ha, kid, you haven't improved in any other skills, but your bragging skills have gotten even better than before."

He stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his backside.

He turned to face the massive stone gate.

Then, he stretched out a withered, age-spotted hand and gently pressed it against the cold stone door.

The moment the old man's palm touched the stone door
hum! ! !
The entire stone door suddenly lit up.

Countless intricate, golden patterns instantly appeared from where his palm pressed, like living golden vines that rapidly spread across the entire doorway.

And just as this dazzling golden light flowed and converged on the door.

"Aha——!"

A clear, childlike yawn, yet tinged with languor and impatience, suddenly rang out from inside the stone gate.

Immediately afterwards, the flowing golden patterns on the door shone brightly.

Quickly condense, outline
Finally, a child figure made of pure golden light appeared on the surface of the stone gate, sitting cross-legged.

The child's figure was blurry, and his facial features were indistinct; only an outline was visible.

The golden-haired child first stretched out a big yawn.

As if he had just woken up, he rubbed his eyes, looked at the old man at the door, and said in a tone full of dissatisfaction and complaint:
"Old man! Old man! Is it finally over? Have those idiots finally learned everything inside?"

"Let me out right now! We made a promise! You humans can't go back on your word!"

"I will be free once the legacy within has been learned and exhausted by future generations! Free! Understand?!"

His voice was clear and crisp.

But she was filled with resentment and anxiety.

The old man in front of the door remained expressionless in the face of the golden child's complaints. He simply raised his withered hand, bent his fingers, and pointed them at the forehead of the child's phantom.

In reality, he simply knocked on the stone door three times.

"Ouch!"

The golden-haired child immediately covered his forehead with both hands and cried out loudly:

"Ouch! Ouch! You hit me again! All you ever do is hit me!"

"Liar! You humans are all big liars! You've dragged this out for so long! How many years has it been?! I can't even remember! Let me go!"

The old man withdrew his hand, a look of near helplessness on his face, and sighed:

"What's all the fuss about? This time it might really be coming to an end."

He turned to the side and gestured slightly with his chin towards Fang Qingyu, who was standing behind Hong Qitian.

"Look, another one has come. Maybe he'll be the last one."

Upon hearing this, the golden-haired child immediately stopped crying, parted his fingers covering his head, and looked curiously at Fang Qingyu with his golden eyes.

His tone was skeptical: "Really? Old man, don't lie to me again! I remember you've lied to me six thousand seven hundred and twelve times!"

This number made Fang Qingyu pause for a moment.

More than six thousand times
How many years has this child been guarding this place?

Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian immediately stepped forward and said with a serious expression:

"Of course it's true. This is the strongest prodigy in the history of our human race. He reached the fifth level in less than a year. I guarantee that he will inherit all the knowledge and skills inside. Then you will be free."

Upon hearing this, the golden child on the stone gate's eyes lit up considerably.

Even the usually serene old man next to them couldn't help but glance at them.

He took a closer look at Fang Qingyu.

"Five levels in one year?"

The golden-haired child's voice was filled with ecstasy.

"Good, good, good! That's great! Finally, someone decent has arrived! Not one of those blockheads or idiots!"

He was so excited he almost danced on the stone gate.

"Then come in quickly! Come in quickly! Hurry up and learn! I can leave work when I'm done learning."

"You can't lie to me this time! If you lie to me again, I...I'll..."

He seemed to want to say something harsh.

But after thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure out how to threaten the stone gate and the old man. In the end, I just angrily emphasized again: "Anyway, you're not allowed to lie to me anymore."

Hong Qitian immediately assured him, "Don't worry, everyone outside knows that I, Hong Qitian, never lie!"

"it is good!"

The golden-haired child seemed to have completely believed it.

Or perhaps he was so eager for freedom that he was willing to believe in any possibility.

He nodded heavily.

next moment.
The entire stone gate burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling golden light.

The light was so intense that it illuminated the entire underground passage as if a divine kingdom had descended.

It's unbearable to look at.

The heavy doors were bathed in endless golden light.

With a thunderous roar, it slowly opened inwards.
Behind the door, it felt as if one were inside a towering bronze bell that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth.

The bell walls on all sides are covered with countless lifelike reliefs, as if they might come to life at any moment.

Some of the reliefs depict human figures practicing various mysterious and unpredictable martial arts moves, stirring up storms and clouds.

Some are strange gods, demons, or giant beasts, roaring across the starry sky and displaying their innate supernatural powers.

Fang Qingyu's gaze was instantly swallowed up by the vast scene.

My mind was involuntarily drawn in.

Fang Qingyu's steps began to move uncontrollably toward the stone gate that radiated endless golden light.
The instant his foot stepped completely into the stone gate.

boom! ! !
The stone gate behind them slammed shut with a loud crash.

All external sounds and light were instantly and completely blocked out.

But Fang Qingyu was completely unaware of this.

Because the moment he fully stepped into this place.

The scene before us has undergone a dramatic transformation.

The view inside the vast bronze bell receded like the tide.

The surrounding golden light rapidly distorted.
next moment.

The cacophony of voices, hawkers' cries, and the rumble of wheels rolling over cobblestones filled the air.
It instantly flooded my ears.

The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle.

Fang Qingyu was shocked to discover himself.
I now stand in the middle of a bustling street, full of ancient charm and teeming with people.

Shops lined both sides of the street, with wine flags fluttering in the breeze.

Pedestrians thronged shoulder to shoulder, dressed in ancient costumes, each with a different expression.
It felt as if, in an instant, I had traversed endless time and space.

We returned to a distant ancient town.

Fang Qingyu stood on the street, stunned.

Looking at this scene.

For a moment, I was somewhat dazed and lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)